Inception Kink Fest
Welcome to the Inception fandom Kink Fest!
This fandom puts out some seriously amazing fic on a regular basis, but I am of the opinion that there should always always ALWAYS be more kinky porn. You guys, our fandom has guns and bondage and daddy issues and dream forgery. I say it's time to bring on the kink, yes?
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This fandom puts out some seriously amazing fic on a regular basis, but I am of the opinion that there should always always ALWAYS be more kinky porn. You guys, our fandom has guns and bondage and daddy issues and dream forgery. I say it's time to bring on the kink, yes?
♥ Inception Kink Fest ♥You can ( Read more... )
"I don't know where you've been," is all Arthur says, not even looking up from his book.
"But if you did?"
Eames tries to sound casual but it's not at all, he's already panting and hard in his pants at the thought. Just the conversation, alone, makes him want to fuck his fist to completion.
"Well," Arthur says carefully, turning the page of his book, "hypothetical conversations bore me."
He's curt and such a fucking bastard but there's something in the set of Arthur's jaw that has Eames backing away with a smile, phone already out to make an appointment at the local clinic.
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Eames is not very good at being patient.
The waiting is just overwhelming, especially since Arthur is being a fucking prick. He's malicious and insane and just, Eames wants to bend him over every surface of the flat and fuck him until he cries. He's been particularly smug this week because he's on security detail. No one hates security detail more than Arthur. He loathes it to his very core and he makes everyone around him suffer for it.
This morning, Eames had woken up to an empty bed. A file had been replaced where Arthur's body was supposed to be. In it was Arthur's blood work, a full STI work up, every three months for the past five years.
"You fastidious cunt," Eames had practically screamed, hand choking his cock as he came all over the documents out of spite.
Ever since then, he's had half an erection all day long. He can't get rid of it and it's all Arthur's fault. He's having straight up hallucinations about Arthur's arse, slick with Eames come and fucked out, waiting to be filled again and again with Eames' cock.
He's obsessed.
Something is going to have to give.
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Arthur is grinding his dick into Eames' face, thrusting into his mouth and using him pretty throughly. It's lovely to watch Arthur work out his work stress. He's sweating, naked and gorgeous, as he fights his orgasm. He's practically fucking Eames' face but his thrusts are getting irregular, rough and desperate as he gets closer to his orgasm. It's Eames' favorite part, watching Arthur struggle for control before just unraveling.
Eames sucks harder and tries not to look smug.
It doesn't work.
"God, your fucking mouth," Arthur says, readjusting his grip on Eames' face until it's punishing. Eames relaxes his throat in retaliation as Arthur does his level best to put bruises underneath his jawline.
But the closer Arthur gets to coming, the mouthier he is. It's a quality that surprised Eames when they first started fucking; the way Arthur just spits and snarls his way to an orgasm with pure, utter filth on his tongue. The dirty talk-babbling, really-gets worse when things are up Arthur's arse.
Eames moves a hand up Arthur's thigh, worming a finger between his clenching cheeks and rubs at his entrance. Arthur narrows his eyes, his thrusts faltering.
"You're thinking about it," Arthur breaths out. "Thinking about fucking me bare, filling me up with come."
Eames' eyes widen, his mouth getting slicker just thinking about it and Arthur rams his cock farther down Eames' throat.
"You fucking pervert, bet you won't even clean me up properly," Arthur bites out, moaning a little. "You'll just stick your filthy tongue up my hole, get off on tasting your come in my ass and once you've eaten it all, you'll just fill me up again. You greedy little fuck."
Eames comes all over Arthur's feet, choking a little on Arthur's cock.
Arthur comes a couple thrusts later, still talking about his come flavored hole, a smirk plastered all over his smug face.
Eames' hates him.
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The job comes and goes without problem.
Not that Eames is paying any attention, since his mind is stuck on Arthur and fucking him without a condom. It's a broken record that plays through Eames' head, tormenting him and throughly making him miserable.
Arthur, being the complete psycho that he prides himself on being, is enjoying Eames' torture.
They're fucking is nothing short of animalistic. Eames has more bruises on his body than the time he spent in that prison in Syria. Arthur-shaped bruises, bite-marks and his stupid smirk are burned into Eames' brain.
It's probably the best sex he's had in his life.
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Eames spends two weeks, blissfully undistracted, after the job. They have to split up for a bit and Arthur goes off to do whatever it is he does when he's alone after a job. Eames goes to the casinos, drinks his way through a couple of days and comes out a better man.
After the first week, a bottle of lube is delivered to Eames hotel with a black ribbon tied to the top. There is no note but Eames can picture Arthur's face, curled up in a smile and he's suddenly assaulted by Arthur's words, thick with arousal and want.
get off on tasting your come in my ass and once you've eaten it all, you'll just fill me up again...
Eames comes all over his trousers, not even patient enough to get his kit off.
Instead of calling Arthur for spectacular but undoubtably torturous phone sex, Eames snarls in the mirror and vows to get his shit together. Not thinking about Arthur and his perfect arse is not difficult. He just has to put his mind to it.
He throws his phone in the river, joins an illegal boxing ring and beats out his frustrations.
Three months of monogamy is a small price to pay for Arthur's bare arse but it's not easy. Eames has to steal a passive three days in because his dick is raw from wanking. Out of spite, he forges Arthur and fucks as many twinks as possible.
It isn't satisfying at all.
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When he gets to their flat in Barcelona, he fucks Arthur against the door with his trousers and pants around his ankles. Arthur laughs on his condom-covered cock, huffs out tiny little chuckles at Eames' desperation.
"I want it so badly," Eames sobs into Arthur's neck, pumping his cock into Arthur's arse so roughly that it lifts him off the ground with each thrust. "I need it, need to fuck you and fill you up and Christ, Arthur."
Eames comes first, growling and begging into Arthur's neck. Eames isn't even soft yet when Arthur slips to his knees and pulls off the condom to suck at Eames' too sensitive prick, licking at the come-slick head until Eames is hard enough to want Arthur again.
Arthur is the only man in the world who can smirk with a cock in his mouth.
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WHERE DID ALL MY SHORT-FIC MOJO GO?
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